We called it our aeroplane. The epithet was misplaced. It should have been rocket- equally temperamental and majestic. That was my father’s white ambassador- his first car. It looked massive to my six-year-old self. You could roll down the dark tinted windows, honk its horn, play hide and seek in it and if you were … Continue reading No Appetite For Seconds
Why go searching for Knights?
The teens and the twenties are the price we pay for the thirties.
All she wants is to travel. Why is that so hard?
The only way is forward. Yes?
The heart wants what it wants.
An uninspired life. And an empty night. What does one do?
There is a shelf. Where her dreams go to die. Wrapped with expensive gift paper. Coated liberally with the colours of psycedelia. Death is nothing, if not beautiful, eh? There is a shelf. Browse along. There is that one peeking from behind the cascading 'string of pearls' the one where captured movement and memories in … Continue reading The Quiet
A young man leaves the Indian shores on his maiden foreign trip. What does he learn? A lot it seems. Mahendra Rathod reminisces about that trip he made many years ago.
Ghost89er spins a poem in appreciation for that one person who was the constant in his life like the 'ayat'- when all the chaos that the universe could muster was encapsulated in him.
Dekohled pens down a poem that captures the confusion of our times.
Small mercies and...Ghost89er comes back with this hauntingly beautiful poem about gratitude.
The Universe Works On Logic
One Life- How To Add Value To It
So Much Said Without Saying A Word
The Thug Life moment of a lifelong upright girl
What was the whole purpose of vacations?